C'mon, Live a Little--and Ride My Chopper, Baby!-- Reb MacRath
Warning: a true tale, in its own way, of my appalling biker past. She was waiting for me, God knew where. Her name, I believed, was Elvira. I'd barely glimpsed her in Seattle when she split with a biker the size of The Rock and flipped me the bird on the way. I felt a story coming, but not one I could write as a writer whose only bike had been a Schwinn. But then one night, at 3:00 a.m., I awoke from a dream of Elvira with what I thought was a rocking idea: what if Elvira waited in not one town but two? You could blame Lee Child for the idea about two rival towns. After all, he'd written Nothing to Lose , a tale about two rival Colorado towns with just twelve miles between them. But I blame myself for the goddess perched upon that Harley, daring me to find her and teasing me with the riddle of her role in the two sites, She'd have nothing to do with a loser who considered ripping off Lee Child, his setting and cool plotline. Hell, everyone rips off Lee Child--who ripped o...